Nayce waits for the opportune moment, watching for his opening and learning the Savant's weakness before delivering a devastating blow. Dripping ichor, it loses control of its accummulated knowledge and a zone of mind-rending psychic tumult explodes around the insectoid.

Keeping her focus on Greeg, the Queen once more probes the goliath's weakness, hoping for an easier target.

Insight v Ref: 1d20+23=30. Success. Can attack Greeg v Ref to end her next turn

Succeeding, she hisses and claws at him again before easing herself away a little, aware that company is coming. She winces slightly as her attack is repaid in kind. Takes 5 damage from Greeg.

Greeg reacted instinctively as the Queen tried to place some distance between herself and his hammer. His previous maneuvre had left him ready for such an eventuality. The hammer swirked in, striking her body but he was unsure as to how much pain he had caused her.

He followed this by stepping in to her and trying to slam his hammer into the chitinious body again, but to no avail. This creature seemed to have a strange effect on him, and it galled the great Warden to realise he may die without landing a solid blow on the Queen.

If the triggering of the zone is an Immediate Reaction, I can take the rest of my turn. As part of that encounter power, I can shift my speed. I was forgoing that part because I wanted to be next to the Savant, but now I'm pretty sure I do not... If I can, shift to G4.

Kevaras can do little to save himself as he swats at the spiderlings, but his trust in The Raven Queen is infectious. Both Cronin and Don break free from the webbing.

Aedre hisses distressingly as the icy hand continues to clutch at her, putting pressue on her thorax and holding her in place. Contemptuously throwing off the restraint, she lunges at Kevaras once more.

"Well, this is a conundrum. Help Nayce with the whatever it is, or help Greeg with the Queen thingy. The whatever it is does seem to be in quite a bad way." Guldarin strokes his beard for a moment, then points his rod at the savant. "Blow him up, or maybe it's a her, I haven't had a chance to inspect closely enough yet and anyway insect gender isn't really something I know much about, I shalll have to ask Dram later. And send help to Greeg. Amy, the bear would like a lift. Yes, you can cuddle him if you wnat to, but he is allowed to swat you in return."

Using a minor action to sustain his icy fist, the elf however turns his full attention to the remaining swarm, as flames sear up the Dawnblade only to vanish and reappear within the swarm (centered on K9)

Despite his misgivings, Andaros chargrills some more spiderlings, leaving the swarm looking very bedraggled. Dimly aware that survival means they have to flee, the spiderlings snap at Kevaras and shift away.

Don looks around, judging the situation. The swarm was too close to its momma for him to get in any good shots. The big one he might land another good hit on, that could be fun, but he wasn't sure of reprisal.

Frowning, he scrambles over to Kevaras, trying to cut the webbing off of him, "Hold still, stop tryin to...stop movin yer leg."

Move to K11

Heal check to grant Kevaras a save snort

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Stop squirmin!" Don wipes the webs off his dagger, unable to make a dent.

Kevaras makes no bones about his distaste for Lolth's spawn as he gestures slightly and outlines the Spider Queen in dark light. She shows up gloriously against the sandy terrain. Stoically, the paladin concentrates of getting himself back into fighting trim.

Aedre's wounds are now sufficiently noticeable even to her. Dimly aware that her continued survival is not guaranteed, she shifts and heads for a gap in the wall, leaving her offspring surrounded.

Greeg laughed as the queen looked ready to fly away. " Oh no you don't you great parasite! You stay and face my wrath eh!"

He swung his hammer in hard, aiming for the wing or at least some other vulnerable part that might slow the wasp so his companions could close with it. If this failed, he might be forced to throw his javelin at the damnable thing, and that was far less satisfying than smashing with his sparking hammer.

His blow went wide again, leaving the damnable thing to fly free as she wanted, though His extended reach would allow him to strike her as she fled. have the great spirits abandoned me? he asked himself, looking at the hammer in his hands for some type of flaw or cursing charm perhaps.

"A hermaphrodite, eh. That always sounded to me as if it would be very confusing although it does work for lots of species of plant, not that those are exactly hermaphrodites, plants not being sexual creatures the way animals are, but it would seem to require lots of unnecessary bits of biology to make that work unless your whole species worked that way and I don't believe yours does." Guldarin pauses. "Certainly your Queen is female, and there are certainly some males among you, so that's so. By the way, are you dodging exceptionally or do I need a new pair of glasses?"

Turning his attention again to Aerdre, Andaros swings the dawnblade in an arcane pattern and icy crystals again swirl around the blade, as the Icy fist again seeks out it's target in the skittering death.

Beleaguered as it is, the Savant cannot resist turning pompously to Guldarin.

"Our society is ancient and complex, but I will enlighten you. Our Queen lays many eggs of great virtue. It is from these alone that a Savant may develop. Most of our kind are born to serve and many are needed. We may all lay eggs and spawn larvae. As Savant, we may be permitted to fertilise our Queen if she honours us in the Great Devouring..."

The Savant's lecture is interrupted by its monarch.

"An honour you will never achieve if you do not kill these intruders!" she hisses.

Dram and Dirt reach the Queen's eyrie ready to support Greeg, but the effort leave the pair gasping a bit and unable to do any damage. Far below them, Muck writhes in pain as the zone continues to bite deep.

Dram lets Muck return to his spirit dwelling to recover his strength as the crocodile suffers under the psychic battering. At floor level, Nayce and the Savant continue to circle each other warily. Nayce's blow lands true, and the Trignotarb suppresses a screech.

High above the Queen continues to ease her way towards the ledge, striking again at Greeg and taking the consequences (5 damage to Queen).

Mandibles (Ref)
1d20+25=38. Hits. 2d10+7=19
19 damage to Greeg

Aware of the approaching bear, she takes her attention off Greeg for a moment to probe Dirt for weaknesses.

Andaros, unless you can get to within 10 squares of her, you can't reach her with Bigby's. I really hate to say that after you've rolled a crit :(

I expend a Daily Use of my Circlet of Arcane Extension which I use to boost the Grips range by 5 squares. Hopefully that and my move should get me close enough. I'm having a bit of trouble interpreting the latest map. I can't see where she is.